The breeze on the river, the freighters and passenger ships shuttling back and forth, have not stopped because of the change of seasons. On the pier by the river outside the cultural center, morning swimmers break the waves in the lake every day. In the vast Pinghu, let the wind and waves beat, it is better to leap calmly. The calm river makes the swimmer's hands draw a beautiful arc on the still water, which is picturesque.
At the pier in the early morning, a small passenger ship crossing the river from Kowloon was moored in the harbor. Looking at the old farmers struggling for their livelihood, carrying a load of vegetables on their shoulders, marching towards the lotus market, every step is so difficult, spilling gasps all the way. At this time, it suddenly reminded me of the poem "Sweat drips down the soil", which is perfect for such a picture.
The "hometown of the elderly" under construction must be an ecological place for the aged. Linjiang, pro-square and pro-park, needless to say, are relatively pleasant places, so I thought of myself. When we can't climb the stairs and ladders, we also want to find a place like this to spend our old age, so that twilight can be integrated with the sunset glow on the Bund and a sunset poem can be achieved.
In the new century, the Bund supports the commerce and prosperity of a street, but it cannot support the prosperity and decline of a food street. It used to be the prosperity of a gourmet street, which made the Bund on fire. The temptation and fragrance of delicious food make people want to stop. Haiji's health soup is unforgettable, Luxi fat beef tastes long, and the original mutton soup nourishes it. Nowadays, He Jiang Fisherman and Jiafei Fishing Port have become the decorations in the river. Without the scenery, the prosperity has faded, and roasted whole sheep is no longer popular.
Once the scenery was a row of weeping willows dancing around the waist, but there was no trace of charm. Instead, it was a row of tall big-leaf banyan trees, which were called holy bodhi trees in Buddhist scriptures. People yearn for bodhi, mostly by the temple. Is it planted in the wrong place? Bicycle lanes and sidewalks echo up and down, forming a situation of running and strolling. Interact up and down, combining rigidity with softness.
The stairs of the dock extend into the river, and there are several washgirls on the river, stirring a lake. A group of fish approached them slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of the beautiful scenery. The veils in Huan Yi's hands danced in the lake, just like the little dragon girl dancing on the river, which witnessed the graceful dance of Huan Yi's girl and immersed many pedestrians in a youthful dream, in a poem "On the Water Side".
A flute woke me up from my dream. When I woke up from my dream, I suddenly saw a tree with colorful flowers in Linjiang. Those beautiful women who take selfies under the tree make a hot summer more enthusiastic. Sunset is mine and youth is theirs. Suddenly, I felt that I was far away from her, far away.
The forest outside the "hometown of the elderly" is a leisure forest. The stone tables and benches that were left out at night became the new favorites after morning, and several old people were talking about today's sunny day. The cards on the table are toys for them to kill time, and at the same time, they are filled with a little imperceptible emptiness.
The photographer who develops photos quickly is not a photographer, but a businessman for profit. Free photography is actually a fig leaf in front of interests, and the real purpose is the profit of free photography and post-processing photos. Nowadays, businessmen do have novel ideas, which make people have to open their wallets consciously and give service fees happily.
On the way, I met a group of musicians, a group of old musicians, and red songs were their specialty. Although not as good as those young people in bars, those screaming pop singers. However, hearing their songs, although the sound quality is a little old-fashioned and a little sluggish, reminds me of too many past events. A look back, a memory, are so kind.
On the riverside, people come and go, which breeds many business opportunities. Selling cold noodles, selling cold shrimp, selling Regan Noodles, selling hot porridge, selling toys, selling kites, is very lively. A child grabbed his mother's hand and cried, "Mom, I want a kite!" " "In the air, there are several kites flying, as if flying higher than anyone else. So, it reminds me of my childhood. Although there is no kite I want, I let my childhood dream fly in my hometown.
On Liangjiang Square, several old people dancing dam dance, following the rhythm of youth, danced on the strings of the sunset. I watched them dance and suddenly felt much younger. Time gradually disappears under their feet, but young minds grow wildly in their hearts. Sunset and dusk are synonyms, but not necessarily. Health is the main theme.
It's not eight o'clock yet, and the door of the museum hasn't been opened. I want to find an old story of the south of Yunyang, or the memory of the old city. In fact, what I want most is to write a poem about salt culture to decorate the morning on the Bund and make you more satisfied!